SONDHEIM, StephenI Feel PrettyI feel pretty, Oh, so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and bright! And I pity Any girl who isn't me tonight. I feel charming, Oh, so charming It's alarming how charming I feel! And so pretty That I hardly can believe I'm real. See the pretty girl in that mirror there: Who can that attractive girl be? Such a pretty face, Such a pretty dress, Such a pretty smile, Such a pretty me! I feel stunning And entrancing, Feel like running and dancing for joy, For I'm loved By a pretty wonderful boy!Losing My MindThe sun comes up - I think about you The coffee cup - I think about you I want you so, it's like I'm losing my mind The morning ends - I think about you I talk to friends and think about you And do they know it's like I'm losing my mind? All afternoon doing every little chore The thought of you stays bright Sometimes I stand in the middle of the floor Not going left - not going right I dim the lights and think about you Spend sleepless nights to think about you You said you loved me, or were you just being kind? Or am I losing Losing my mind?The Miller’s Son…..It's a wink and a wiggle and a giggle in the grassAnd I'll trip the light fandango,A pinch and a diddle in the middle of what passes by.It's a very short roadFrom the pinch and the punchTo the paunch and the pouchAnd the pension.It's a very short roadTo the ten thousandth lunchAnd the belch and the grouchAnd the sigh.In the meanwhile,There are mouths to be kissedBefore mouths to be fed,And a lot in betweenIn the meanwhile.And a girl ought to celebrate what passes by.…..It's a push and a fumble and a tumble in the sheetsAnd I'll foot the highland fancy,A dip in the butter and a flutter with what meets my eye.It's a very short fetchFrom the push and the whoopTo the squint and the stoopAnd the mumble.It's not much of a stretchTo the cribs and the croupAnd the bosoms that droopAnd go dry.In the meanwhile,There are mouths to be kissedBefore mouths to be fed,And there's many a trystAnd there's many a bedTo be sampled and seenIn the meanwhile.And a girl has to celebrate what passes by.…..It's a rip in the bustle and a rustle in the hayAnd I'll pitch the quick fantastic,With flings of confetti and my petticoats away up high.It's a very short wayFrom the fling that's for funTo the thigh pressing under the table.It's a very short dayTill you're stuck with just oneOr it has to be doneOn the sly.In the meanwhile,There are mouths to be kissedBefore mouths to be fed,And there's many a trystAnd there's many a bed,There's a lot I'll have missedBut I'll not have been deadWhen I die!And a person should celebrate everythingPassing by.And I shall marry the miller's son…..